Insanity

[Venom 🕷]

We're the bad news 

We're the young guns 

We're the ones that they told you to run from 

They thought I was going to go to rehab. They thought I have a problem.

He sits alone, this time in the locker room of that same gym he’s been in. He’s sitting on the bench in front of rusted old lockers, door behind him ajar completely empty. He reaches back, grabs air and swipes his hand across his face.

I’m not an addict. Why would they think I need to go to rehab? And how stupid do they think I am? Why would Doctor Phil want me on his show?

He swings his hand over his head as if tossing something over his shoulder into the locker behind him.

I am still in the best shape of my life. I still look the same as I always have. If I wanted to I could to the new XHF Network and take over even after years of retirement just like I did after the closure of XHF when I marched into NCW and dominated there.

He shakes his head and stares down at the ground, thinking carefully about his next words.

Some might say that when I did that I had my brother-in-law Charlie by my side, just like I did when I began to take over the XHF.

He looks up into the camera, a smirk overtakes his face.

But they forget about when I took out Charlie to put myself over. They forget about how I nearly ended his career. They forget about how I took out his brother Ryan when he tried to come after me for revenge. Sure, they all remember him standing tall over me after finally getting back, but I did all of that without him or Mueller. I continued to dominate the XHF on my own and I will do it again. Besides, who is there in the new network to stop me? Doc? MGK? They both idolized me for a reason, because I’m the best, and I always will be.

He stands up and reaches back behind him to slam the locker behind him.

They can worry about me all they want. They can say whatever they like. But I can, and will come back if it’s what I want, and no one will be able to stop me.

He walks off screen full of confidence, but what he doesn’t see is what everyone else sees. He cannot walk off screen without a limp in his right leg and a hitch in his step from a hip they never quite healed. He doesn’t think he has a problem, but he thinks he wiped his face with a towel from the rusted out locker and threw it back in. He thinks he’s still the same man who dominated this ring, but he looks more like a homeless man you’ll walk past on the street. He thinks he doesn’t have a problem, but the medication he needs to be able to get up in the morning has taken over his mind, and he doesn’t see himself the way others do anymore.